Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Let him do his spite, My services which I have done the signory, Shall out tongue his complaints, 'tis yet to know, That boasting is an honour, I shall provulgate, I fetch my life and being, From men of royal height, and my demerrits, May speak vnbonnited to as proud a fortune As this that I have reached; for know Iago; But that I love the gentle Desdemonae, I would not, my unhoused free condition, Put into circumscription and confine For the seas worth, But look what lights come yonder. These are the raised Father and his friends, You were best go in: Not I, I must be found, My parts, my Title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly: it is they. By Ianus I think no. The servants of the Duke, and my Lieutenant, The goodness of the night upon your friends, What is the news. The Duke does greet you General, And he requires your haste, post hast appearance, Even on the instant. What's the matter think you: Something from Cypress, as I may divine, It is a business of some heat, the Galleys Have sent a dozen frequent messengers This very night, at one anothets heels: And many of the Consuls raised, and met, Are at the Dukes already; you have been hotly called for, When being not at your lodging to be found, The Senate sent above three several quests To search you out. 'tis well I am found by you, I'll spend a word here in the house, and go with you. Ancient, what makes he here? Faith he to night, hath boarded a land Carrick; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. I do not understand. he's married, To who? Marry to.— Come Captain, will you go? Ha', with who? Here comes another troop to seek for you. It is Brabantio, General be advised, He comes to bad intent. Holla, stand there. Signior, it is the Moor. Down with him thief. You Roderigo, Come sir, I am for you. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust 'em, Good Signior you shall more command with years Then with your weapons. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter? Damned as thou art, thou haft enchanted her, For i'll refer me to all thing of sense, Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy, So opposite to marriage, that she shunned The wealthy curled darlings of our Nation, Would ever have (to incur a general mock) Run from her gardage to the sooty bosom Of such a thing as thou? to fear, not to delight, Such an abuser of the world, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant? Lay hold upon him, if he do resist, Subdue him at his peril. Hold your hands: Both you of my inclining and the rest, Were it my Qu. to fight, I should have known it, Without a prompter, where will you that I go, And answer this your charge?
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 838 · TCP A11992 · DEEP 694
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 195–267 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 50 in this edition
Length
502 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let him doe his spite, My seruices which I haue done the Seigtorie, Shall out tongue his complaints, tis yet to know, That boasting is an honour, I shall provulgate, I fetch my life and being, From men of royall height, and my demerrits, May speake vnbonnited to as proud a fortune As this that I haue reach'd; for know Iago; But that I loue the gentle Desdemonae, I would not, my vnhoused free condition, Put into circumcription and confine For the seas worth, But looke what lights come yonder. These are the raised Father and his friends, You were best goe in: Not I, I must be found, My parts, my Title, and my perfect soule, Shall manifest me rightly: it is they. By Ians I thinke no. The seruants of the Duke, and my Leiutenant, The goodnesse of the night vpon your friends, What is the newes. The Duke does greete you Generall, And he requires your hast, post hast appearance, Euen on the instant. What's the matter thinke you: Something from Cipres, as I may diuine, It is a businesse of some heate, the Galleyes Haue sent a dozen frequent messengers This very night, at one anothets heeles: And many of the Conuls rais'd, and met, Are at the Dukes already; you haue bin hotly cald for, When being not at your lodging to be found, The Senate sent aboue three seuerall quests To sarch you out. Tis well I am found by you, Ile spend a word here in the house, and goe with you. Auncient, what makes he here? Faith he to night, hath boorded a land Carrick; If it proue lawfull prize, hee's made for euer. I doe not vnderstand. Hee's married, To who? Marry to.—Come Captaine, will you goe? Ha, with who? Here comes another troupe to seeke for you. It is Brabantio, Generall be aduisde, He comes to bad intent. Holla, stand there. Seignior, it is the Moore. Downe with him theife. You Roderigo, Come sir, I am for you. Keepe vp your bright swords, for the dew will rust em, Good Seignior you shall more command with yeares Then with your weapons. O thou foule theefe, where hast thou towed my daughter? Dambd as thou art, thou haft inchanted her, For ile referre me to all thing of sense, Whether a maide so tender, faire, and happy, So opposite to marriage, that she shund The wealthy cued darlings of our Nation, Would euer haue (to incurre a general mocke) Runne from her gardage to the sooty bosome Of such a thing as thou? to feare, not to delight, Such an abuser of the world, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant? Lay hold vpon him, if he doe resist, Subdue him at his perill. Hold your hands: Both you of my inclining and the rest, Were it my Qu. to fight, I should haue knowne it, Without a prompter, where will you that I goe, And answer this your charge?